MACKLEMORE

The Town Lyrics

Now when I say 2-0, you say - Nah, you know the restThis is our sceneOur music, our movement, the history lives through usI write to the beat and let life play the guitar stringsDespite the drama, there's respect and camaderieEvery time one of my friends is mentioned in my philosophyIt's a rite of passage, I'm not trying to be cornyI got love for Sportin' Life, Alpha P, Massline, and OnryEvery time somebody steps out on the roadThey bring a little Northwest soul with them, amenAlright then, just so you knowI try to carry that everytime that I rock a showSo, turn my sound upRicochet off our mountainsIt's Good Medicine that Chief Seattle would of been proud ofSends our city, town pride, heart, blood, sweat, tears, I-5, North, South side, vibe, live, ride down these city blocksAnd never will be stoppedThey tryin' to shut down the clubs that my city rocksNow Mr. Mayor why would you enforce an ordinance?Music, it saves lives, these kids out here are supporting itAnd through the art form we've learned the importance of communityTruth to the youth so they know what's upYup, and as a public school studentI learned from my teachers, but became through my musicTake that away, that's a vital14 Fathoms Deep, Do the Math, TribalMy greatest teachers: Beasope and BidaWordsayer was my mayor and things have changedBut I carry the torch and what I do with that flameIs lit everytime that I step on the stageThe skyline is etched in my veinsYou can never put that out, no matter how hard it rains

That's right, when you put on a showAnd watch the people seat in between the creases and the doorsHitting the melly or sneaking in 'cause they're brokeNow leaving in between sets because they're needing to smokeThe reason being whateverThe scene from Beacon to Everettis in need of less ego when we kick it alrightI get on stage, style, share my whole lifeTry to reach 'em at the bar where they're drinking Miller LiteBut the kids in the front, they bring out the passion, dudeMake noise throughout the show and not only when we ask 'em toI watch the older cats jaded in the backHands clasped, forgot when they weren't too cool to be a fan, damnHatin' at the concertYou don't remember RKCNDY, watching Heiro, or vibing out to AlkaholiksI know it's not the same, it never will beBut my, my, my, my city's filthyAnd we've been truly dope since Supreme was up on Broadway in the dookie ropeMean muggin' in Sir Mixalot's videoBack when Scene was rockin' house parties on the floorJMG's, Sit N' Spin, and The ParadoxBack when Mark introduced Geo to SabzSo much has changed here, so much has notI was just a kid hopin' I could earn my spotTry to get some propsMeet a promoter who'll give me a shotTo let me get up on stage and get the crowd to rockRead a page out my notebookWhat I thought would be respected, they would connect with itNow looking over the city's the only thing that keeps me calmScattered thoughts jotted down by this pen in my palmIt's like my city stands still, the world looks onIf I could only capture its beauty and put it in a song